The Place In Me That You Can Call Home

As Karma roams the barren spaces of his house, he feels the cold. It's the wind; one which comes from an imaginary vent and whistles through the empty air, in search of a warmth to sweep around.
However, warmth is not something to be found in his house. It is a rare luxury which comes around every once in a while, but ends abruptly once he steps through the front door.
Karma longs for warmth.
Karma longs for a home.
(Cover made by the lovely angel @snowcrows - thank you!!)
+ CURRENTLY UNDERGOING MAJOR EDITING

"This was meant to be fluff" After that serious part right there, that just made me break out in a smile lol. The beginning did have fluff, even though minor, but I like the contrasting parts of the chapter! Fluff can get boring from time to time, this is the perfect harmony!